Ugh.

Yesterday at work was the most stressful day I've had in recent memory. I expected to come back in to a task that I would have two days to complete, which was a reasonable amount of time to get it done. But then, OOPS, they decided they wanted it done by close-of-business yesterday instead of COB today. GEE, THANKS GUYS. I didn't even have time to do my workout yesterday, which really put me out of sorts.

My shoots this weekend aren't helping, either, because our MUA for Sunday bailed out at the last minute (she apparently FORGOT that she had a wedding to do makeup for! WTF?), and I don't even know who the models are for Saturday, because the designer hasn't gotten back to me about it.

I swear, I think half the reason I'm stressed out all the time is because other people can't get their shit together, or don't let me know what's going on until the very last second, even when I ask. Don't get me wrong, though: The Job is still largely to blame for my incredibly high level of tension right now, because I'd have been fine if my workday wasn't so horrible yesterday.

I feel like any emotional benefit I gained from taking vacation days has been completely undone. UGH. I give up.

Hee hee

I talked to the designer for one of this weekend's shoots a little bit ago, and she *literally* squeed over the phone when I told her about what I had lined up. Aaaawww! I heart this girl, ehehehehe.

I don't blame her for the squee, either, because this shoot is shaping up amaaaazingly. I can't believe how much I've managed to pull together in less than a week.

Now if I could just find a bloody hairstylist...